I don't have a poem today, but I do have this video that got sent in the group chat.

https://youtu.be/Qp5apTvlHt4

(Thanks to @Amaryllis for the vid ;)

You can't raise Hell with a saint.

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

Maybe we need to fall in love...
So we can know pain.

I'm just gonna,
Be a poet?
And write you some cheesy stuff?
Is this how you do it?

I've seen quite a lot of beautiful things in my life.
But they were all a different beautiful from you.